Invisible Pt. 05 - The Book

It occured to me that, if I was going to do what I was planning to do, this might be the last time I got to fuck Olivia in this way. Which meant I should be doing a lot more than just eating her sweet cunt out - though that was a blessing I'd never take for granted again. So, as I brought her to orgasm, legs spread by my hands on her thighs, I pulled my tongue out of her. She mewled helplessly, with that tone of voice I had spent years hoping to hear, before lifting her legs back, pushing her rump up towards me.

Before I gave her a moment to think, I indulged myself, and decided that I was going to have my way with her - like a demon of lust would do.

The tip of my tongue pressed against her tight backdoor, and I could feel her body tense up at the pressure.

'Oh!' she chimed as the tip pushed into her, and as soon as the seal broke, I pushed in. Deep. My tongue, more than a foot long, slid into her, stretching that slutty hole out as my nose ground into her clit, my nose against her clit and her folds on my top lip as I stretched my inhuman tongue deeper into her body.

'Oh good fucking GOD,' she moaned, the sensation likely unlike anything she'd had before, and I watched as a second orgasm wracked through her - her tits shuddering and her thighs squeezing together. 'You're so deep,' she whined, rolling hips and shaking her head. 'So fucking deep...'

Despite what I had perhaps expected, she tasted amazing. Like I could taste all of her arousal, the lust and depravity inside of her, and I scooped it out like the last few licks of an ice cream from its cone.

I pulled back, my tongue slipping from her slightly-gaped hole with a slurp, and before she had the chance to think, I moved to my next task.

Of course, I was still going to eat her cunt - that was the only order she'd given me. But I was going to enjoy myself, too. So, I lifted her off the kitchen counter by her legs, and put her over my shoulder, moving with a speed and strength I would never be able to muster in mortal form. I threw her onto her bed, face-up, before getting up onto it myself. My knees either side of her head, I slowly lowered my hips until my thick cock slapped against her lips.

'Oh, shit,' she sighed as I lowered my own head between her thighs, pushing them aside, and delving back into my feast. 'Oooohhh my fucking GOD!'

As I ate her out, I felt her fumbling, unable to see the cock poking at her face. Her hands, small and soft, rounded my cock as she aimed me up properly, and I felt her tentatively put the head to her lips, and take it into her mouth. I growled as her tongue slid against the underside of it, and slurped at her clit as she serviced me from beneath.

I thrusted down, feeling my cock slide down her perfect mouth, but as I got to a certain point, she tapped on my leg, and I backed up.

'Too thick,' she complained. 'Fuck, that's thick.'

So, I did something I'd never imagined I would do in this situation - I made my cock smaller. Only a little, and only in girth; I kept the length around eight inches, which wasn't inhumanly long, but big enough to get Olivia's attention. And, as she felt the girth reduce in her grip, I heard her sigh. 'Oh wow... okay - let's try aga-'

Before she finished, I thrust forwards, and felt the soft, warm, wet welcome of her throat open up to me as I sank the entire length of my cock into Olivia's sweet mouth. All the while, I kept up my assault on her pussy, feeling her tense and writhe as I fucked her face.

She loved it.

'Hrrrk-glrrrk-hlk-' The sounds she made were lewd and filled the room as I fucked her throat for all it was worth. The thinner shaft meant I could move with ease, slamming into her with ease thrust, my balls heavily slapping into her nose and eyes with each impact. It was... glorious.

I felt her cum again, my tongue slithering into her cunt and then snaking back out, pushing into her backdoor, but I was barely paying attention anymore - she'd pissed me off too much, and while I was here to obey her whim, I was also determined to get the most out of this I could.

So, I enjoyed her. Her pert tits, her round arse, her wet sex and her stretched mouth. All of her, I enjoyed to my fill.

'Oh shit,' I heard from behind us, and I pulled my face from between Olvia's thighs to see Jennifer, in the doorway, towel-clad and staring dumbly. Her eyes glazed over a little as I thrust deep into Olivia's tight throat, and came.

Hard.

'HHLK!' Olivia, beneath me, seized - her hands came up, grabbing me as her legs thrashed, as my cum streamed into her.

'Hooooohhh, fuck,' I sighed as I came, releasing an impossible amount into her - pump after pump after pump. It was unreal, and felt like I was pouring my fucking soul into her.

Olivia kept slapping at me, so I pulled back - my cock popped out of her, followed by a thick stream of creamy white that bubbled out over her lips, onto her face.

'GHahhhh,' she coughed as she rolled over while I stepped up off the bed. I watched her as she sat up, a hand going to her throat, then to her stomach.

'You okay?' Jennifer asked hesitantly. 'Looked like you were having fun.'

'I feel like I've just eaten a full meal,' she said, before letting out a sitcom-level burp. 'Oh, God, sorry,' she said. Jennifer laughed at her, and dropped the towel before joining Olivia on the sheets.

'You're full?' Jennifer asked, a sly smirk on her lips.

Olivia nodded, wiping my cum from her cheek. 'Never had anything like that, Jen... It just didn't stop.'

Jennifer wiped some of my cum off Olivia's lip. 'That's kinda hot.'

They kissed, and Olivia let out a soft self-deprecatory laugh. 'Jen, I'm full of demon cum!' It was such a silly and absurd statement, despite being completely true, that Olivia and Jennifer couldn't help but break into silly laughter, embracing on the bed. As they did, I took the opportunity to take the book out of my hoodie pocket, open it to the page I'd found, along with the notes I'd left tucked between the pages, and leave it open on her desk.

Without another word, I gave Olivia and Jennifer one last look - and wondered, for a moment, if Olivia didn't look slightly bloated around the belly - before phasing through the wall and leaving them to it.

* * *

I figured that, in the state I'd left her, Olivia wouldn't get started on the reading I'd left her just yet. I had time, but I didn't want to be complacent, either. Swiftness was key.

So, invisible to the world, I sped through the streets between our accommodation buildings, walking as the crow flies, in a straight-line direction. Somewhere on that walk, I became aware of his presence.

'Fuck off,' I said, and while I couldn't see his face, I felt his smile.

'Tommy,' he said, in that way he did. Like he held all the cards.

'Why do you even care about what I'm doing? You'll be let out of whatever 'pact' you're caught in. Just let me do this.'

'It's not about 'let',' he said as I phased through the front door to my building. I passed a group of women my age, dressed in sundresses and ready to enjoy the sun of the day ahead. The Flat Cap Man waited for me at the end of the hall. 'You can do whatever you want. I don't understand why you're so eager to throw that away.' I turned off, going up the stairwell. He didn't follow; instead, he was all of a sudden at the top of the stairs, waiting for me outside the door to my flat. 'What you have now isn't perfect... but it's so much more than what you had before.'

I nodded, knowing he was right on a level... but, on another, I didn't care. Because I didn't want more.

I just wanted her.

And she didn't want me. Not even like that. Not really.

'I know what you plan to do,' he said, as I walked through my locked bedroom door. Inside, he waited, standing between me and my desk, where I had prepared the space. 'The ring holds your connection to me, Tommy. Taking it off is one thing, but to do to it what you will... I've never known such stupidity.'

'Yeah,' I said, squaring up. 'I'm a disappointment. Find someone else to turn into a fuck-monster why don't you.'

His lip twitched into a smile. Just a small one. 'Hm.'

Then, he stepped backwards into the wall, and I pulled the ring off my finger. The headache was piercing. Pounding.

Rubbing my eyes, I placed the ring in the centre of the first of two sigils I had burned into the desk before me.

'Still human,' I said to myself, knowing that only humans are able to use the book I'd copied all of this from. The symbols, the words on the sheet before me. 'Still human.'

And, without much more to say, I spoke the words. The lights in the street outside flickered, and I felt wind despite the windows being closed. The ring glowed as I spoke impossible words, and then there was a flash.

And all of a sudden it was just a ring - and my headache was gone.

I laughed, picked it up only to hiss in pain - it was hot as fuck. Where it hit the carpet beneath me, it singed and melted the shitty fabric a little, before cooling enough for me to pick it up with the sleeve of my hoodie.

'Cool,' I said, enjoying my own joke, and feeling the nerves in my stomach. I was really doing this. It was happening. When it was cool enough, I decided to test it, and slipped the ring onto my finger.

Nothing happened.

The headache didn't fade. The Flat Cap Man didn't appear. I was still visible, too.

I smiled, enjoying the moment; but I needed to move quickly - I only had so much time for this to be done. So, I swivelled, and put the ring in the centre of the second ring of symbols, burned into the other end of the desk. I knew I would have to pay for that when I moved out, but I hoped that by the time we got to that point, it wouldn't matter. I'd be happy by then.

So, I pulled up the next set of words - demonic and unlike anything I'd heard in any language my entire life - and placed the platinum ring carefully at the dead middle.

The first incantation was to remove magic - difficult, sure, but a simple enough process with the right instruction. This time, I was inscribing something into the metal ring. Giving it purpose. Magic.

Despite everything, that word still sounded so silly to me.

I cracked my neck, stretched out my fingers, and got to work.

* * *

The afternoon sun was pale behind some light clouds, and there was a breeze in the air. The day had shifted away from the summery warmth people had been expecting.

When I had emerged from my flat, with my hoodie on and my jeans and trainers ready for the chillier weather, I had been fully ignored by the flatmates whose lives I'd been meddling in - if not controlling - only earlier today. I was back to being invisible. So, when I was out in the street, at a corner cafe close to the University campus called Belle's, it was kind of nice to be just as invisible as everyone else. Eyes slid over people like they were nothing, faces pointed down towards phones, conversations kept between friends, hushed and private. It was... comforting.

Even so, my heart was pounding. I'd used some of the money I should have spent on food in the last few days on a coffee, to justify my existence, and posted up outside. I was the only person sitting in the outdoor seating area, but there was a reason to it.

Soon enough, I wasn't going to be invisible anymore. At least, not to the person who was important. I just knew it.

'This has to work,' I whispered to myself, scrolling through my phone. Olivia hadn't posted anything since yesterday, which was unusual for her - but I knew why.

The memory of what I'd done to her surged through me, followed quickly by a hot sting of doubt.

If this doesn't work, I've thrown all of that away... I could have fucked her daily for the rest of our lives, and instead I had to be a proud bastard. What the fuck have I done?

What the fuck have I done?!

What the FUCK-

'There!'

My head snapped up, and I saw the person across the street staring at me - hell, pointing at me. The blonde turned to her friend, and soon enough they were both crossing the road towards me, nervous conversation exchanging between them as they got closer.

I had to hide my smile as Olivia and Jennifer strode up to me, a mixture of purpose and awkwardness in their eyes.

'Can I help you?' I asked.

'You were in the park the other night,' Jennifer said. 'Being a creep, right?'

I swallowed, surprised by the unexpected route they were taking. 'Uh, I mean - I'm sorry if I did anything wrong-'

'No,' Olivia said, giving Jennifer a side-eye glance. 'It's just... you like me, right?'

I frowned. 'Sorry?'

'You - I've seen you around. Sometimes. You're always looking at me, and... you like me, right?'

I played dumb. 'I don't know what you're getting at - look, I'm sorry if-'

'I need someone,' Olivia said. 'Someone who... finds me... attractive. You came to mind.' That was a lie - she would have never thought of me. The only reason she knew to come here is that I'd put my name and a location in the notes I'd left with the book. But the lie made sense, I guess.

'Right,' I said wondering what she'd say next. This was interesting.

'Will you... would you want to have dinner with me?' Olivia asked. It was Jennifer's turn to give her side-eye, now. 'I mean - like, come back to mine? I just... Jen, can you give me a sec?'

The blonde gave her a look, but obeyed, pulling out her phone and going into Belle's.

'Look,' Olivia said, sitting with me. I could smell her shampoo. She'd showered after our tryst this morning.

And she would never know that was me.

'I am... horny. Like, ridiculously.' Interesting start - she must have guessed this would get a guy like me's heart racing. 'And guys just want to treat me like shit. I need someone who, quite frankly, wants me. Who will treat me right. Just once,' she said, clearly under the impression that this was a one-time thing. She sat up straight. 'Would you... want to?'

I swallowed again, selling it. 'Me?'

She nodded. 'You. Tommy.'

I had left my name with her, but it still felt so good to hear her say my name. The only issue being that, now, I wanted to hear her moan it.

I nodded. 'Is- what - where - what happens next?' I stammered out, genuinely intimidated. Forget what we'd done together these past few days, sitting here with Olivia, looking into her eyes, having her see me, it was something else entirely.

Not that I would ever forget the way she looked when she came on my cock, pleading and begging. That was burned into me forever.

Olivia leaned in, real close, and put her hand on my shoulder. She felt soft.

'Next? Next, I take you home and fuck you until I'm bored. How's that?'

She looked me dead in the eye, and leaned in for a kiss. And... holy hell, I was not prepared for the way she felt, smelled, tasted. Her lips were so soft and pillowy; her tongue slipping into my mouth sent shivers up my spine; her hand slid down my back, making me moan.

Olivia pulled back, and the thinnest string of spittle connected us for a moment. 'Now or never,' she said, before sitting back.

'Now,' I said, a little too quickly. 'Yeah - yeah, okay. Now.'

She smiled. 'Good boy, Tommy.'

* * *

Jennifer led the way, and Olivia walked just a little behind me as I was led towards their building. I knew, of course, each turn inside the halls, which floor she was on, all of that - but I still asked the questions, looked around questioningly. Put on the show.

Eventually, we reached her flat's front door; Jennifer stood to one side, and her and Olivia had a quick quiet word, before they snuck a kiss. Then, with a suspicious look at me, Jennifer was gone, and Olivia was opening her door.

'So,' she said as I followed her in, letting the door click shut behind me. 'There are a few... conditions to this.'

'Conditions?' I asked. 'What kind of things?'

'I'm going to write on you.'

I frowned, despite knowing exactly what she was talking about. 'Write on me? Write what on me?'

She shook her head, and pulled me close, kissing me deeply. Her hands found mine, and she pulled my nervous hands around her butt, so I could feel the soft of her through her jeans.

'Tell me,' she said, breaking the kiss and looking up at me. 'If I suck your cock, right now, will you let me write whatever I want all over you?'

I was done playing hard to get. Lets get this show on the road.

'Yes,' I said.

Olivia grinned her winning grin, and pulled her top off, revealing her bra-less tits to me. They were perfect, and bounced just a little as she threw her top away, through the doorway to her bedroom.

'Then strip, and get on my bed, so I can suck you dry,' she said. 'We're going to have a lot of fun, you and me.'

Then, it began.

I did as she asked, pulling my hoodie off as Olivia helped, pulling it up and over my head and taking the tee underneath with it - all of a sudden I was half-naked, and so was Olivia. It was surreal. Despite everything we had done together - and what I'd done to her - this felt much more..

Real.

The smile never left Olivia's face as she came right up, pressing her tits into my chest as her hands fumbled at my zip.

'Lets get these off - see what you have underneath, huh?'

I nodded, reverting so quickly to my nervous and timid self, as I helped get the zip down. Then, I watched with wide eyes as Olivia, the woman of my dreams, dropped to her knees before me, taking my jeans with them. My shoes were still on, but as she stayed beneath me, she tugged at the laces and got me to kick them off without much effort, before pulling my jeans off my feet and chucking them aside, too.

'Won't be needing them,' she said, before turning and looking up at me, wearing nothing but my boxer, my socks, and the platinum ring around my neck, on a chain.

She sat up, on her haunches, her face level with my cock that now was visibly half-erect and straining against my underwear. Olivia's eyes trickled down my body, before landing at my cock.

'Not too shabby,' she said to herself with a smile, as her fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh. There was an electric tension between us, and her touch felt like lightning - so soft and gentle, compared to what we'd shared even this morning. 'You don't get many girls doing this, do you, Tommy?' She looked up at me and leant in, kissing my thigh. The view of her cleavage was making my head spin as she gave me delicious attention.

'No,' I said, enjoying her lips on me.

'Do you want more?' she asked, kissing up my leg, getting closer, and closer.

I nodded. 'Yes.'

'Yes what?' she asked, biting her lip as she hovered, less than an inch from the outline of my shaft.

'Yes, please,' I said, almost whining. I hated myself for how earnest it was, but Olivia seemed to enjoy it a lot.

'Good boy,' she said, before planting a kiss on my cock, through the thin fabric of my underwear. I let out a soft gasp as I felt her breath, and the quick suction of the kiss, before watching Olivia rise up, standing before me.

Without a word, she dropped her jeans and kicked them off, along with her shoes, and revealed she was wearing the sluttiest black underwear I'd ever seen in my life.

She's really trying to lock me in, I thought. Not that I'm arguing.